Chapter 312 - 312 280 Simple

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312: Chapter 280 Simple 312: Chapter 280 Simple In the following two days, Jiang Yuan and Liu Jinghui did not immediately start on their second case together. Even though they had solved a joint murder cold case in just one day, they both knew that such results were hard to replicate. Each case is different, and each has its own complexities. Solving cases involves probability, and believing one can always solve a case with absolute certainty is simply arrogance. Moreover, when it comes to collaboration. Most importantly, once they started a new case, they would be committed for a long time. If it couldn’t be finished in a day, they would need two; if two days weren’t enough, it would take three, and when they ended up working day and night, they would regret having rushed into a new case. Jiang Yuan and Liu Jinghui both decided to rest for a few days. Liu Jinghui drank and ate meat with some old buddies, played mahjong for two days, and quietly slipped back home when his wife returned. Jiang Yuan took the time to buy a small apartment. He simply didn’t want to stay in the dormitory anymore. Some people’s feet were too smelly. Others snored too loudly. It was better to buy a small apartment. Jiang Yuan bought a 220-square-meter well-furnished resale apartment near the Criminal Police Team, tidied it up a bit, moved in, and posted on his social circle: “Acquired a base in Changyang City.” The post was accompanied by a photo of the living room and a scenic picture. After trying out the bathroom, likes and comments on his post soared. Mr. Jiang: Remember to close the windows when you go out and take your keys with you. Qinghe City Qianjin District Criminal Police Team Leader Lei Xin: Our Qinghe is also quite beautiful, come here to work on a case when you have the time. Longli County Criminal Police Team Leader Hou Lejia: Come to Longli County to work on a case, and I’ll arrange a single dormitory for you. Captain Huang: What do you need a base in Changyang City for, just stay temporarily. Hotels even clean for you, if they don’t reimburse you, come find me when you return. ... Jiang Yuan politely replied to everyone, then switched back from his social circle to WeChat, where he saw a row of red notifications. He glanced at them, took out his notebook, and sitting at the small table in front of the window with the river view, quietly began to jot down notes. Income: Travel allowance, 2160 yuan... Father transferred 2,000,000 yuan for housing allowance. Or else, 20,000 yuan cash gift (housewarming + making the family proud). Another uncle, 20,000 yuan cash gift (housewarming + making the family proud). Auntie Hua, 20,000 yuan (housewarming + making the family proud). Fourth uncle, 8,888 yuan (housewarming + making the family proud), fifth uncle, 6,000 yuan (housewarming + making the family proud)... As Jiang Yuan tapped on each WeChat red dot and recorded them, his hand began to ache quickly. It has to be said, sometimes repeatedly doing the same motions can become very tiring. Even something like accepting WeChat transfers. Speaking of which, the custom of the Jiang Village people is somewhat strange, preferring to use WeChat transfers rather than bank transfers, and who knows why. It was only because the amount transferred by his father for the housing allowance was substantial that bank transfer was used. Maybe because it’s simpler to operate? No need to enter so much information? Jiang Yuan spent almost half an hour just on bookkeeping, but overall, the process was quite pleasant, and after tallying up the total, including his travel allowance, the funds for the house were essentially secured. In this way, without having to take on a loan, things were somewhat more relaxed overall. Jiang Yuan then placed some newly purchased books onto the bookshelf, primarily research on the cremation of corpses. After working on several cases, Jiang Yuan found that, from the perspective of forensic pathology and forensic anthropology, determining the specifics of a cremated body remains rather difficult. Most similar cases hinge on the tools, locations, and methods used for the cremation. In such scenarios, it’s precisely the time for forensic experts to shine. For every additional piece of information regarding victims, solving the case becomes a bit easier. One book down, he picked up another... When it came to these kinds of books, Jiang Yuan didn’t need to read them all. It was like skimming through research papers, looking at the beginning, thinking of a conclusion on his own, then skipping to the end. If the conclusions matched, there was no need to read much of the middle, just a casual flip through was sufficient. At most, it meant taking note of some useful formulas and remembering important findings and deductions. Had he just graduated from university, Jiang Yuan wouldn’t have the credentials to approach papers this way. But now, armed with his Level 3 expertise in forensic anthropology, to be honest, his capabilities were stronger than many of the authors of these specialized texts. Continuing to follow the conventional approach was unnecessary. The night passed uneventfully. Early the next day, Jiang Yuan found a Cantonese restaurant and leisurely enjoyed a meal of dim sum. Perhaps due to being in Shan Nan Province, the dim sum was lackluster, but the relaxed atmosphere was still quite pleasant. For Jiang Yuan, who had been grappling with bodies, charred bone fragments, and suspects for many days, this was exactly what he needed. He continued his dim sum meal until noon, and as the tea became tasteless, he packed up, stood up, and walked out the door, strolling around the Criminal Police Team before settling into a highly-rated shop to continue enjoying lunch. Jiang Yuan ordered only a few dishes and didn’t eat much, but he enjoyed lingering in the bustling restaurant. Especially in a fairly unfamiliar environment, the friendliness offered by restaurants was quite high. Buzz. A message lit up on Jiang Yuan’s phone. Upon opening it, it wasn’t a new transfer, but a message from Heng Qiongsi of Qinghe College: Consultant Jiang, I’ve arrived in Changyang City, should I bring some documents for you to see? Jiang Yuan hesitated for a moment, then agreed and sent her the restaurant’s address. Serving as a consultant for Qinghe College’s president was a matter discussed long ago, so it wouldn’t be good to make changes on a whim. Soon after, a slightly overweight girl with long, straight, black hair burst into the room. Thus, Jiang Yuan had a few more dishes prepared and then asked, “Beer or a soft drink?” “Tea will be fine.” Heng Qiongsi, the girl with long, straight, black hair, took her seat across Jiang Yuan, gasping for breath and patting her chest with a slightly embarrassed tremble before handing over the document to Jiang Yuan. “What is this?” “It’s the layout of the college’s security monitoring system,” Heng Qiongsi explained, then added, “There are also some quotes in it. My dad also wants you to take a look to see if they’re reasonable.” “I don’t deal with quotes, and I don’t know the prices for these items,” Jiang Yuan said as he opened the document and began to read it page by page. Heng Qiongsi replied with a well-behaved “Mhm” and sat at the other side of the table, sipping tea quietly without pestering Jiang Yuan for conversation. After reading through the document in one breath, Jiang Yuan pulled out a pen and asked, “May I write on it?” “Of course, this document is prepared just for you,” Heng Qiongsi specifically pointed out. Often acting on behalf of her father in dealings with the academic community, she knew that many people might not care so much about money, but really valued respect. For instance, looking at a document specifically prepared for someone was more important than how much money was paid to peruse it. Jiang Yuan also felt quite comfortable and began scribbling on the document right there. Originally, he had used a third-class merit award to directly choose the skill of technical defense surveillance technology (LV3), preparing it for the upgrading of Ningtai County’s monitoring system. Guiding Qinghe College was quite an easy task for him. The number of surveillance cameras in the country has been growing at an annual rate of 20%, doubling approximately every four years. The current number stands at 78.8 million cameras. A truly frightening figure. This is also why murderers have become increasingly fond of killing within the confines of their own homes. The larger the city, the more surveillance cameras there are, leaving smaller spaces for contact crimes. Of course, crime will never cease. Nowadays, hardly anyone kills for money. Those willing to do anything for money are mainly involved in the telecom fraud industry. But aside from severe violent crimes, surveillance cameras serve many other purposes. For example, preventing electric bikes from being stolen. Preventing student couples from having outdoor sex. Preventing students from peeping on student couples having outdoor sex, resulting in more outdoor sex. Preventing students from spectating student couples having outdoor sex, leading to a prevalence of cuckoldry and consequently, more outdoor sex. And the like. Jiang Yuan felt Qinghe College was indeed in need of security cameras. Even monkeys were stolen, which was quite a significant event. In the school where he studied, nobody would steal a monkey, even if it was worth 150,000 yuan each. Everyone knew that even if you stole it, you couldn’t easily sell it, and if you did manage to sell it, you wouldn’t get the original price. But no matter how much you sell it for, the sentencing will still be based on a value of 150,000 yuan. A female student of Qinghe College might have to spend two to three years in prison for a monkey valued at 600,000 yuan. In contrast, earning tens of millions of yuan from trafficking and selling contraband beef would result in about the same time in prison. The cost-benefit ratio between the two scenarios is vastly different. “All done,” Jiang Yuan said as he handed the annotated document directly to Heng Qiongsi across the table. Heng Qiongsi let out an “Ah” sound, hurriedly put down her teacup, and said somewhat frantically, “Is it ready?” “Yes, these are some minor suggestions from my perspective. Please consider them, President Heng,” Jiang Yuan said. “Alright, alright,” Heng Qiongsi said slowly as she began to pack away the document, moving very leisurely. “Stay for the meal before leaving,” Jiang Yuan politely invited. “Um... okay,” Heng Qiongsi agreed and quickly put away the document. Jiang Yuan then gestured for the waiter and handed the menu to Heng Qiongsi, suggesting she add a couple more dishes. Jiang Yuan himself fell into contemplation. Speaking of which, the Jiangcun Residential Area could indeed upgrade its surveillance system. Once connected to the property management, there would be no more fear of electric bikes being stolen. With this in mind, Jiang Yuan began to sketch on his notebook. After finishing the sketch, he took a photograph of it and sent it directly to his father. Soon, the WeChat message from Jiang Fuzhen came back: “You’re still thinking about the village, good job. Are you short of money after buying a house?” Speaking of which, two red packets popped up with 50,000 yuan each. Jiang Fuzhen: [If you’re going to decorate, you can ask the people in the village to do it. But don’t overdo it — everyone’s talking about being eco-friendly these days, so better keep it healthy.] Jiang Yuan replied: [I’m not planning on decorating; I’ve learned about technical defense surveillance and am consulting for Qinghe College now, considering whether to install a set in the residential area as well.] To substantiate his claim, Jiang Yuan took out the document, snapped a photo of the name on it, and hit send. In the picture, the words “Qinghe College Technical Defense Surveillance Planning Proposal” were clearly visible, and above the document, half of the face of Heng Qiongsi, with her long, straight, black hair and large build, exuded a nice vibe. Transfer to You 100000 Transfer to You 100000 Mr. Jiang sent two hefty sums of money through cyberspace along with a message: [Son, this is for your dating expenses.]

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